I suffer from incurable islomania. I confess: I’m crazy about islands. They attract me and hold an immense power over me. They are addictive. I am in their thrall.

Off the southwest coast of British Columbia is an archipelago, a gaggle of glorious islands, that draws me like a super-magnet. Although they are near major centres of population, these isles are largely undiscovered. The Gulf Islands bask in the balmiest weather in the nation, and are populated by odd characters ranging from artists to aging hippies. The islands overflow with good eats thanks to abundant organic produce and seafood, not to mention four wineries and a brewery. Furthermore, seals, killer whales, eagles, deer, pileated woodpeckers and more live here in harmony.

It is easy to see why I chose to settle in the middle of the archipelago on perfect little Pender Island. There is no better place to launch a kayak and laze on the water, letting the tidal currents gently carry you along. Or to sip a glass of wine while watching the sun turn the island-bestrewn horizon into breathtaking mauves, oranges and crimsons. I love living on Pender Island.